Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Hashim,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.